Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,81
He became my lover and mentor all rolled into one and patiently taught me how to be a safe rider.
It took me a little time to get the hang of riding my motorcycle. Looking back, I was a mess! The first week I had my bike I rode it up and down my driveway, because I was afraid to ride it in the street. The second week, I graduated from my driveway to driving it up and down my block, wobbling every step of the way. Then one day, I grew balls and turned the corner and around the block I went! I practiced with Max every day that the sun shined, and he was available. When the traffic died down at night he would take me to vacant parking lots and make me practice taking off, stopping, and turning until I was road worthy. He was patient with me from the first time I wobbled onto the Southern State Parkway till the time the cops stopped him because I was speeding. I was happy, very happy! I had a man in my life. I was happy to be dating a guy who was into me and we enjoyed the same things I did. I felt as if my life had turned around, and I was headed in the right direction. Max unofficially moved in with me that summer. What I mean by unofficially is, I didn’t give him keys to my house right away. He would patiently wait for me outside till I got home from work and after five months I made it official, I gave him the keys. After that, we became inseparable.
Previous to meeting Max, I had planned on attending a six-day family reunion cruise and was unable to include him on the vacation after we met. I would be leaving in a few days and suggested that he join me after the ship disembarked in Louisiana. He agreed and promised to take care of Hobbs while I was gone. That following Saturday, I was off for the reunion. The separation anxiety I was having was awful. I almost couldn’t enjoy myself. Late at night, while everyone else was having fun either gambling in the casino or watching a show, I was in the internet room writing to Max. I wanted to enjoy my vacation, but I also wanted to be with my man. I wanted to make love to Max and fall asleep in his arms. The reunion turned out better than I ever expected it to be. I had so much fun with my family. We sailed the Caribbean in style.
As fast as it started was as fast as it ended, and I was headed home. I was excited and couldn’t wait to see Max. After we docked and I searched the endless rows of luggage for my bags, I rushed out of the terminal searching for his face. As soon as I spotted him, I called his name out loud, dropped my bags, and ran into his arms. As we kissed, I told him that I miss him so much and to get me home in a hurry. When we walked in the house, I gave Hobbs a big hug and two of his favorite treats then put him outside while Max brought my luggage in. No sooner than he dropped my bags on the floor, I was all over him. I undress Max in the living room, and we made love on the couch. Phew!
Things were going good for us. Every now and then we’d have a little tiff, but don’t all couples have their good and bad days? From my perspective, I wanted this to last, I wanted to go to the wire with this man and make it work. Here, it was the end of the fall, and we were going stronger than ever. I learned so much from Max, and I felt honored to be his girlfriend.
Even though I knew that I loved him, I wasn’t in love and I was afraid to tell him that. Anyway, as far as he was concerned he was my knight in leather armor. Yes, he was my bike instructor, my mechanic, my friend, he was witty and a fun loving man, and he was all mine or so I thought! One night while we were shopping, we got into an ugly argument inside a store, and it blew out of proportion. I was mad at him, and he was mad at me.